I’m 45, a good husband and a loving father to a son and a daughter. I run my own business and I run it pretty well — we’ve never really wanted for money.

I play golf once a week when I can, I put my pants on one leg at a time and I belong to a couple of local service clubs. In short, I’ve always seen myself as normal.

Until today, that is, when I walked into the bathroom and everything changed.

My daughter’s name is Jenny. She’s 19 and home from college for the weekend. My wife’s out of town visiting her parents, and Jenny’s brother will be back next weekend.

Until this afternoon, I thought of my daughter as beautiful in the way every doting father sees his daughter as beautiful. Jenny’s also a good girl — studious, hard-working, a scholarship student — but she’s also a little introverted. Not many friends in high school and only a couple of boyfriends, neither of whom made it past two months of dating.

To Jenny’s benefit, she got most of my wife’s looks. Jenny’s got a heart-shaped face and shoulder-length brunette hair. She’s wide-hipped and big-breasted, but she’s fairly athletic and she’s tall. At least I contributed height to the package. At 5’11”, her 34D breasts simply make her look statuesque. Sometimes, she slumps so as not to accentuate them.

Jenny had been quiet all weekend. She’d talked a bit and laughed at all my unfunny jokes, but her eyes were distant. It was mid-afternoon on Saturday as I finished up washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen that I realized my daughter had been showering for what must have been an hour. We’d had lunch together. She’d gone to shower after lunch. Now, an hour later, the water was still running.

Dish towel over my shoulder, I debated what to do. Sighing, I finally went to knock on the bathroom door.

“Go away,” Jenny said.

“Honey, you’re using all the world’s hot water reserves. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

I tried the doorknob. Locked from inside.

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

I heard the doorknob click as she unlocked it and pulled the door slightly open. Steam billowed out.

Without thinking anything through, I walked in.

Jenny sat naked in the tub while the shower streamed down on her. The curtain was partially open, but the floor wasn’t too wet.

She turned and looked at me. “Leave me alone.”

I was transfixed by the sight of her. For the first time, I realized my daughter’s breasts were a woman’s breasts. They glistened in the stream of water, large and full and flushed from the heat. Her full lips pouted, but instead of wanting to soothe whatever the cause of that pout was, I wanted to kiss those lips, feel my tongue slide between them and be met by her tongue. I wished the curtain was fully open so I could…

I shook my head to clear it and wiped my forehead. “Honey, whatever’s wrong, we can talk about it. Turn the shower off and get dressed. I’ll be in the living room.”

She grabbed my arm and stopped me from leaving while she rose, shower still running, water still streaming down her body, which was now entirely revealed.

Her naked breasts were even more lovely when she stood. I noticed one tiny black hair growing out of the aureole of her left nipple and wondered what it would feel like to pull that tiny imperfection out with my teeth before suckling at that perfect pink-bubblegum nipple.

A small black mole sat about an inch below her belly button. She was an ‘insie.’ I’d known that and not known that until now. Now, I wanted to insert the tip of my tongue into that belly button and see if I could make her laugh. Or moan.

Jenny had the slightest of bellies rising up from her naked pubic area. Somehow, that belly and the realization that my daughter shaved her pussy finally overwhelmed my cock and caused it to stand at attention. If it could have whistled, it would have.

I hoped my daughter wouldn’t look down. I was wearing sweat pants.

“Honey, I’ll be in the living room,” I said. I could see what I’d seen described in erotic novels as the delicate flower of her womanhood, but there was nothing delicate about the feelings aroused in me now.

I wanted to suck her shy clit into my mouth. I wanted to gently insert two of my fingers between these other pouting lips. I wanted to lick and lick and lick. I wanted to know what my daughter’s pussy smelled like. More importantly, I wanted to know what it tasted like. Would she taste like her mother?

Jenny leaned over to turn off the shower. Her ass cheeks developed charming dimples went she bent over. Then she turned back to me and said, “Daddy, am I fat?”

“No,” I said.

Oblivious to her own nakedness and my erection, she continued talking.

“I was in bed with this guy I met at a party on Thurday and he laughed at me. Said I was fat.” She pinched the slight stomach bulge above her mound for emphasis. “Fat! I am so sick of these boys.” She looked back and pinched a bit of her beautifully rounded, wide-hipped ass for further emphasis. “Fat!”

I couldn’t take any more.

After saying, “I’ll talk to you in the living room. I have to change,” I turned tail and fled into my bedroom.

Looking down, I silently cursed both the erection and the spot of pre-cum that now stood out like a cock-targetting laser-pointer on my groin. I shut the door behind me and sat on the edge of the bed, kicking off the sweat pants and then my underwear.

My cock felt 19 again and ready for action. I groaned and thought of those breasts — no, those gorgeous boobs, my daughter’s gorgeous, suckable boobs — and those pouting lips on her face and those beckoning, pinker lips below.

I wondered what it would feel like to gently run the tip of my cock down that long, long back to the crack of that unimaginably dimpled ass. That 19-year-old ass. My daughter’s 19-year-old ass.

No, I corrected myself, hating myself for the thought, my 19-year-old daughter’s round, wide-hipped, dimpled, absolutely perfect ass. I wondered what her asshole looked like, and what a cock — my cock — would look like greased up and sliding into that hole.

I hunched over on the bed and pumped my cock. Cum built and built within me with each stroke, begging to be released. I felt young again. My head pounded. Both heads pounded. Just another stroke or two…

Without knocking and still adjusting the towel covering her, Jenny walked in the door. Her eyes and mouth opened wide in surprise as she came to a sudden stop less than a foot from me. Forgotten as she stared at me, her towel dropped to the floor.

It was all too much. My cock let go as my orgasm tore through me. I groaned and the yelled her name. Cum erupted from my suddenly nostalgic cock in the spurts and jets of my youth, and I powerless to either stop or divert them.

Two great gobs of my cum splatted onto my daughter’s perfect body. One ran down to pool in her perfect belly button. The other landed on an inner thigh to run down her leg. Absently, she rubbed at the cum in her belly button and brought it to her lips. She licked the finger clean and then looked at it and then me, eyes even wider.

Horrified, we stared at each other. She grabbed the towel up and walked quickly from the room. I lay back on the bed. My cock pulsed out a couple more dribbles of cum before finally starting to soften.

I looked at my hands. They were shaking.

Having put on a bathrobe, I had a shower before returning to my bedroom to change. Finally dressed, I walked softly out to the living room, dreading most of the scenarios that might come of this.

Dressed in jeans and a blouse and sitting primly in an armchair reading a magazine, Jenny looked up and smiled when I came in.

“Have a good shower, Daddy?”

I sat on the couch. “Um, yes. Look…”

She rose and walked up to lean over me and kiss me on the cheek before returning to her chair. “It was good talk, Daddy. We should go out for dinner later. Mom said this new Italian place is good, and you’ve been stuck cooking all weekend.”

The remainder of the afternoon, thedinner and the movie all went well. We were just a father and daughter again, and Jenny was talking again as well. She was even willing to tell me when my jokes were awful, which I’ll admit they often are.

We watched the news together after we got home and then, yawning, I admitted I should go to bed. Jenny’s a night owl, so I left her in the living room watching an old horror movie. As I leaned over to kiss her good night, one of her hands grazed my groin.

But that may have been an accident, or I may have imagined it.

Now I’m lying here in bed, unable to sleep. The TV turned off a couple of moments ago. Jenny’s footsteps just started down the hall, and I can’t help wondering where they’ll stop, and what I’ll do when I know where they’ve stopped.

When I was 5, my mother remarried an older man. He was about 45, but strong, handsome and very virile, as you will see. My mother worked days and my stepfather worked nights. That worked out for them, as he could babysit me during the day. He would come home at 7 in the morning, just when she was getting ready for work. They would spend a little time together and then she would leave. Sometimes he would be really tired after working all night, so he would try to get me to sleep with him so he could get some rest. I would lie next to him, wiggling like little girls do, until he got frustrated and pulled me into his arms to hold me still. One morning my daddy (as he liked me to call him) was napping with me trapped in his arms. I must have wiggle a little, because his thing got real hard against my butt and he moaned in his sleep.

I reached my little hand behind me, to feel what that hard thing was between us. His thingy was hard on the inside and silky soft and pliable on the outside. I felt it up real good, running my pudgy little hand up and down the length of it. His breathing got heavier in my ear and he started to hunch his hips into mine. “What are you doing, Pammy?” he asked quietly. “Nuthin'” I said, ashamed at being caught. I stopped what I was doing, but he wrapped his big, manly hand around my tiny girlish fist and encouraged me to continue jacking him. “It’s okay, baby, ” he whispered into my hair. “Go ahead and feel Daddy’s cock. It feels good.” I couldn’t believe that Daddy said that naughty word to me! Cock was a bad, grown-up word! Once he had me jacking him with my tiny fist just right, Daddy slipped his fingers under the waistband of my panties and cupped my little pussy with his hands. “Mmmm,” Daddy said. “You are making Daddy hot, little girl. You are such a hot, sweet little cunt.” I didn’t know what that word meant, but I liked the way he said it. It gave me shivers up and down my spine to be laying in bed with my big strong Daddy, doing naughty, grown-up things with him. His cock twitched and leaked in my hand, and his fingers felt big and strong as they began to explore my little wee-wee. Suddenly, Daddy flipped me over so that I was facing him, and put his face real close to mine. He grabbed my baby butt cheeks in his palms, and forced his tongue into my mouth. I was shocked and didn’t know if I liked it. His adult tongue in my childish mouth was a shock and an intrusion. He jammed his hard tongue halfway down my throat, and I almost choked on it.

“Daddy!” I cried, pushing at his big, broad chest with my little hands. “Don’t!” “Oh, honey,” Daddy growled. “It’s too late to stop. Look what you did to your Daddy.” He forced my head down to look at his cock. It looked huge and purple and angry. He had one hand on the small of my back and the other wrapped around the base of his cock. Daddy wagged it at me. “Mama would be really mad if she saw what you did to Daddy’s cock, little girl,” Daddy said. “That’s Mama’s job, to make Daddy’s cock all hard.” “I’m sorry, Daddy!” I cried, my little eyes filling with tears. “Please don’t tell Mama on me!” “I won’t tell Mama,” Daddy said. “But you’ve got to fix what you done.” “I will, Daddy!” I cried, hugging him happily. “I’ll fix it. What do you want me to do?” Daddy let go of me and rolled over onto his back, his cock pointing straight at the ceiling, It looked huge to my 5 year old little eyes. He clasped his hands behind his head and propped up a little to look down proudly at his towering erection. “Get down between my legs, Pammy,” he said. “Good girl. Now take Daddy’s cock in both your little hands. Yeah, like that. Good. Yeah. Now squeeze a little tighter and move your hands up and down on Daddy’s cock.” I did what Daddy said, staring intently at the jerking, fat, erect penis in my dimpled palms. Daddy grunted his satisfaction, but before long he wanted more. Daddy took his right hand from behind his head and grabbed my pony tail. He began forcing my face towards his cock, as I struggled against his strength. He wrapped his legs around me, trapping me up against him, as he forced my mouth down over his member. “Open your mouth for Daddy,” he said. “Come on, Daddy needs you to open your mouth. Do what I say, or I am gonna tell Mama on you!” The plum-sized head of his cock slipped between my baby teeth and into my mouth. My tongue reacted by pressing against the invader, trying to force it out of my mouth. Daddy seemed to love that as he hunched his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I was strangling on his adult sized member and he pulled my hair and forced me to take more and more of it down my throat. I began to scream and cry, but the sounds were strangled on the thick man meat that was blocking my cries. “Oh, you are a good little cocksucker,” Daddy groaned out. He acted like I was doing it on my own! Like he wasn’t raping my tiny childish mouth! He kept saying the filthiest thing to his little girl.

“Oh, Baby. What a little cum-slut you’re turning out to be. I love fucking my little girl’s mouth. Oh yeah, baby, take it! Take it all.” His eyes popped open and he stared down at my face, all sweaty and red. He watched his huge erection sawing in and out of my tiny lips, forcing my face to contort around his member. Suddenly, he stiffened and pulled his cock out of my mouth with an audible pop. “Oh no, you don’t, little girl,” Daddy said. He paused for a moment, squeezing the base of his cock hard. “You’re not getting off that easy. Whew. You almost made Daddy cum. And Daddy doesn’t want to come so fast with his little girl.” He kept talking this nasty baby talk to me. Getting control over his throbbing cock seemed to take alot out of him, but he finally fixed me with a stern look and said, “Nice try, Baby girl!” With almost no effort, Daddy pulled my 50 pound frame up and dragged me under him, pawing at my panties at the same time. He ripped off my clothes, leaving me in the tatters of my nightie and just my little ankle socks. Forcing my legs apart, he scrunched way down on the bed and pressed his face in my private parts. “Aw, sweet little baby cunt,” he hummed into my pussy. “Sweet, hairless little infant baby cunt!” I pushed at his head ineffectually with my hands, trying to stop him. “No, Daddy, don’t!” His unshaven jaw scraped against my immature, hairless sex. Without further preparation, Daddy stuck his tongue out as far as he could and stabbed it into my virgin cunt. I could feel my tiny pussy walls react to the intrusion by tightening up. But it did feel kinda good. I lay still as he lapped and lapped at my tight cunny with his big, adult tongue. “Oh baby,” he hummed against my immature clit. “Baby Pammy’s little cunt tastes so sweet. So little, so innocent.” He was talking himself, and me, into a frenzy! He was hunching his cock into the mattress like a mindless thing, intent on fucking whatever he could find. After a few minutes he released my legs and hips and pulled himself up, the shadow of his huge body dwarfing my tiny frame. Looking down between our bodies, Daddy seemed to totally lose his mind, talking to himself and me in the same, sing song baby-talk. “Look what Pammy did to her Daddy,” he crooned, grabbing his cock with his fist. “Little girl is gonna get fucked now. Oh, yeah. Daddy needs it. Daddy needs his little girl. Open your legs, baby, that’s a good girl.” Aiming his cockhead at my virginal pussy, he began to pant as he dragged the bulbous end up and down my tender slit.

I began to suck my thumb, as I always did when frightened. My eyes were as big as saucers, watching the stranger that my Daddy had become before my very eyes. He was a man possessed. Possessed by lust. He was going to fuck a little girl, something that he had only dreamed about. He was going to fuck his own little girl, his own little 5 year old girl. Of course, I didn’t know all of this at the time. All I knew what that he was making my pussy all wet with his juices and mine, and he was sure enjoying what he was doing. Enjoying it like a rutting, out of control animal would enjoy it. He pressed the tip of his cock into my tiny hole and began to diddle my immature clit with his thumb. “Oh, baby’s wet,” Daddy crooned. “Wet and hot and tight.” He leaned forward and the head of his cock popped into my cunt. It didn’t hurt too much, but it was a shock. When I squealed a little, around the thumb in my mouth, Daddy looked at me like a wild man. “Pammy,” he growled. “This is going to hurt a little bit. But Daddy’s going to do it, do you understand? Daddy NEEDS to do it. You teased Daddy by touching his cock and now you are going to get it.” As he stared into my frightened eyes, Daddy leaned slowly into me, enjoying the pain and confusion on my face as he speared me with his cock, pinning me to the bed. It took a long time, with him grunting and sweating, and me kicking and squealing like a stuck pig, but Daddy finally got his long, fat cock all the way in. My pussy was stretched to the breaking point. It felt like he was going to split me in two! But he didn’t care, he just flopped down with a mighty cry, cuddled me into his huge embrace, pulling one leg up like a hurdler, and began to fuck me. Hard. His left hand gripped my pony tail, pulling my face back for more of his oral assault on my tiny mouth. His right hand snaked around me and cupped my butt, pulling me hard against him as he rocked and rocked, sawing in and out of my sore little cunt. He timed his oral thrusts to match his cock thrusting into me. His tongue almost gagged me as he jammed it down my throat. I was stuffed full of his cock and his tongue. He growled. He groaned. He sweat and rutted and mumbled filthy words as he took me.

And, as if my rape were not enough, as if he was not defiling me sufficiently, Daddy began to massage my anus with his thumb as he ravished me. I could feel his cock stretching me, and his tongue gagging me, as his thumb pressed inexorably into my asshole. I clamped down, trying to keep him from entering me there, but that only served to excite him more. I felt his cock like an iron bar as my immature cunt muscles clamped down on it. Soon he had me filled in all three holes, cunt, ass and mouth. I went limp in his embrace. I was almost in shock and too tired to fight against him any longer. He took me. He took me every way a man can take a child – anally, orally and vaginally. My little mind swam with confusion and degradation. And pain. A little girl’s cunt is too small to comfortably accomodate a grown man’s penis. A little girl’s mouth is too tender and tiny to withstand the assault of an adult’s tongue. And a little girl’s anus is too tight, to immature, to take the jabbing of a working man’s thumb. But there I was, 5 years old and very small for my age, taking an abusive assault that would have damaged a grown woman. “Bad little girl,” Daddy began to chant. “Bad little nasty cunt whore girl. Make Daddy rape you? Yeah, Daddy has to rape his little girl now. His nasty little girl.” If I was more mature, I would have know that my torture was nearly at an end. No man can take the iron grip of an immature cunt on his cock for long. No man can stand to digitally rape a little girl’s ass for more than a few minutes. It would take a madman or a machine to not blow a nut as you sawed your cock in and out of a little girl that was limp with shock in your arms. It would take an animal or a drugged up psycho to withstand the feeling of a child’s anus clamped on your thumb as you ravished her cuntlet. I was too young, too immature, to know that my torture was nearly at an end. His body tensing in waves, his ragged breathing, his cock spasms did not tell me anything. I was too young and to tender to know that this man, this adult father figure, was soon going to blast my pink insides with rope after rope of sticky sperm. His cock throbbed. His shoulders tensed. Sweat poured off of him as he worked his thick, veiny shaft painfully in and out of my clasping twat. He went suddenly rigid. With a roar that frightened me anew, my Daddy blasted his cum into me. I felt it. My cuntlet was so tight around his invading cock that it began to spew out the sides, running down my chubby, childish thighs.

He began to collapse on me in stages. His breath was ragged and deep. His shoulders pinned me to the bed beneath his huge frame, his cock finally shrank and slid out of my cunny with a little plop. Finally, one last spasm of my asshole pushed his thumb out of my butt. I could barely breathe. His full weight was on me. “Good girl,” Daddy panted, patting my head. “Good little Daddy’s girl.” Finally, he rolled off of me. With an evil look in his eye, Daddy took in my splayed legs, my wet, wide open cunt, the tears that stained my chubby little cheeks. My thumb found it’s way back into my mouth. “After breakfast, Daddy is going to teach his little girl some more tricks,” he promised, an evil, lustful look in his eyes. “What kind of cereal do you want?”